Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Beret By Robert Frost



Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and the day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch's sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.






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Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Why Do Christmas Trees

Mother, why do Christmas trees
And Christmas gifts and melodies
Here and all around the earth
Celebrate the Christ child’s birth?
Songs are sung, for on that night
When earth was bathed in holy light
Jesus came – so long ago
And angels sang to tell us so… 
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